♕ Fifteenth Exquip; video
[Erza looks annoyed. She is sitting in the kitchen with a half-finished piece of cake, and notably not speaking.
The reason she looks annoyed becomes apparent when a grandiose voice begins to speak for her.]
Erza Scarlet, nicknamed Titania, after the beautiful and mysterious Queen of the Fairies, blew a single, scarlet strand of silken hair from her stunning face, her full lips pouting slightly with the motion, full breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt...
[After a long silence, there's a noise of disgust from Erza.] When is this over? It sounds like something from a book--
...like the tomes hidden in the secret corners of her sleeping quarters, away from prying eyes...
[Erza looks. Horrified.] What?
How she longed for the day when one would arrive, to touch her in the ways she had only dreamt ab--
NO! Be silent!
But her narrator would not be silenced. Ah, how she wished to make the perpetrator of this spell pay in blood. Blood, the same color of her blazing, shimmering mane of brilliant sanguine hair, a crimson sheet coming to fall gently against her strong shoulders and back...
[And she goes quiet again, but her expression is murderous. The book shuts.]
The reason she looks annoyed becomes apparent when a grandiose voice begins to speak for her.]
Erza Scarlet, nicknamed Titania, after the beautiful and mysterious Queen of the Fairies, blew a single, scarlet strand of silken hair from her stunning face, her full lips pouting slightly with the motion, full breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt...
[After a long silence, there's a noise of disgust from Erza.] When is this over? It sounds like something from a book--
...like the tomes hidden in the secret corners of her sleeping quarters, away from prying eyes...
[Erza looks. Horrified.] What?
How she longed for the day when one would arrive, to touch her in the ways she had only dreamt ab--
NO! Be silent!
But her narrator would not be silenced. Ah, how she wished to make the perpetrator of this spell pay in blood. Blood, the same color of her blazing, shimmering mane of brilliant sanguine hair, a crimson sheet coming to fall gently against her strong shoulders and back...
[And she goes quiet again, but her expression is murderous. The book shuts.]